«Our senses grew numb in this country of fear; / At ten paces they can’t our talk overhear. / But if we start a chat on occasion, / Each would speak of the Kremlin Caucasian. Fat as maggots, his thick fingers wriggle and crawl, / Sure as stone weights, his ponderous sentences fall; / His...»
«The Christmas trees are shining / With tinsel gold in the forests, / The toy wolves are gazing / With scary eyes in the bushes. O my prophetic sorrow, / O my silent freedom, / And the ever-laughing crystal / Of the lifeless heavenly vault!»
«More sluggish the snowy hive, / clearer the window’s crystal, / on a chair, a turquoise veil, / thrown there, carelessly, lies. A tissue, self-intoxicated, / as if it never felt winter’s / touch, experiencing summer’s, / by its own delicacy, caressed: and, if in icy diamonds / ...»
«Am I dreaming, or really and truly / It was I, who in bed so unruly, / Laughed so loud for the first time one night / Not aware I was only a mite? The days were too brief in duration, / And the longest seemed always too short — / My plans would be doomed to frustration, / Games unfini...»